At the neighborhood outpost of the popular spot on Michigan Avenue, your night begins, as it so often does,
in what looks like a futuristic airport lobby—all orange-and-white minimalism and a long sushi bar. (We
predict all airports will have really good sushi bars by 2027.)

Soon you’re surrounded by servers bringing you fresh fish and all the cocktails you need. Yes, ordinarily
you would start with a bottle of sake, but in this weather, HWCS’s version of a margarita—Mango
Madness—is an acceptable substitute.

Suitably relaxed, you can now start exploring the rolls—Obama-nami (a presidential mix of salmon,
unagi and avocado) or the Cubs-inspired Fukudome (shrimp tempura, mayo, masago, chili
sauce)—before settling into a night of Chardonnay Garlic Chicken or a simple bento box with a
nice, crisp glass of Riesling.